Careful. You really don't want to plan too much of the actual plot out ahead of time. We really just want to know a little about our characters for ow so we can discover what happens to them in the game.

OK. We now have our table (I've added this to the first post for future reference).

Once we start playing, please try to remember to use the OOC tag for anything not related to the scene itself, and we'll use italics to mark the actual scene. If you wish to use color for speech, that's fine. Maybe we'll play with the idea of different colors being different monster languages or something later. ^_^

And so, I'll begin.

I'm going to start a little different than my other games and I'll resolve for my first scene. So, you all get to put me in a situation of your choosing. My character has to be involved, of course, but you can all decide the rest: who, when, where, what, and why. Figure out a question you want answered and go from there ^_^

You proceed from a false assumption. I am a Vulcan. I have no ego to bruise.

Who - Orsik and GarashaWhen - Shortly after capture of GarashaWhere - in the dungeonsWhat - Orsik is trying to determine what to think of the new prisonerWhy - Orsik is normally very intolerant towards other tribes, let alone species. What's different now?

No fair! They're using brains against us! We removed our brains to make room for guns and explosives!

belirahc wrote:

Hmmm... is Orsik working for the Baron at the moment? Oooo... there's an interesting possibility.

Interesting possibility. I was thinking maybe Garaasha got beaten up taking on some of the guards that were having fun poking the troll (since he heals any injuries they do to it). Perhaps both? mistreated but maybe he was captured young and doesn't know how bad he is treated here?

I'm going to have the scene resolve to a white die. Orsik's going to make a new friend, and maybe more. ^_^

"Oi. You. Wake up if you ain't dead." Orsik poked at the gnoll laying on the ground. The troll was impressed that such a creature would attempt to take on a pair of guards by itself. It was even more impressed that it may have survived such a beating. "Oi! Wake up ya goob!"

No fair! They're using brains against us! We removed our brains to make room for guns and explosives!

"Quit your pokin'" Garasha snarled. After spitting the tip of a guard's finger out, the gnoll scout sat up, shaking her head. As she raised her arm, she let out a yelp of pain as she realizes her shoulder is dislocated.

Looking up at the troll looming over her, Garasha wonders why he hadn't already eaten her. I mean, that's what the world was, eat or be eaten, she thinks. Looking about, she thinks how her packmates were killed by the human ambush and she is now alone. "Hey big guy, how long you been in the furless's dungeon?"

He watched as the gnoll slid up. He smiled a toothy grin at her, not at all sure why he was doing it. "I don't know. Too many days. I think they're poking me for my blood. Some wizard up there experimenting. I keep hearing bangs and smelling sulfur." Placing a large hand on her head, he ruffled her fur. "You did good with the humans. What's yer name?"

Don''t forget, even if your character is not in the scene, you can always introduce NPCs as a way to interact.

No fair! They're using brains against us! We removed our brains to make room for guns and explosives!

"Garasha," she said, as she playfully slapped his hand away with a gentle bark. "It means," she paused thinking its actual meaning, "'shadowed warrior' in gnoll." She glanced at him to see if he knew the true meaning and shame of her name but the troll showed no sign of understanding the true translation of worthless bitch.

"You shouldn't let them poke you like that," Garasha said as she stood cradling her wounded arm. She looked down at her arm aware that her packmates would just have likely killed her with such a weakening injury but somehow this brute seemed... different. "I'm going to need," she paused, "some help." Taking his big hands with her good arm, she put one on her good shoulder and one on her injured one. I hope I remember how the shaman did this to Gurlock last season, she thought. "You need to push your hands together, hard enough to push my shoulder but not so hard you break it."

Taking a deep breath, she hissed, "Now!" and her sight was blinded by bright hot pain as she yelped loudly. She gently breathed, "Never got your name," before passing out in the troll's arms as some guard's cries echoed into the cell.

Worked up most of this before Silas's post so incorporated his shout at the end (and when Garasha would have made the most noise).

Orsik let go of the gnoll's arm. He'd experienced broken bones before, but they always knitted back into place without his help. "Tough." It was the only thing he could think of to say. He laid the gnoll's head in his lap and stroked her fur, listening for the human to come back. He'd give the bastard something to remember both of them by.

Going to call it a scene there and pass the white die to Silas. I'll create a table for the die tomorrow when I'm not using my iPad. Too difficult on this thing.